i'm a lesbian, ok? deal with it. it has nothiong to do with you, this fact will not harm you hurt you touch you change you in any way other than giving you another bit of knowledge to stick away in your brain: I AM A LESBIAN. I AM GAY. ok?!?
I FUCKING HATE THE FUCKING PRINTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just started working for a nonprofit dark art magazine/newsletter called The Minstrel. It is awesome. The first issue is coming soon. The first issue was supposed to print tonight, but the fucking printer is old and evil, hence, no magazine. Grrrr.
today pretty much sucks i just found out that my girlfriend can't stay over on new years because her mom thinks were going to drink, which i wansn't actaully planning on doing damn it im so pissed!
Okay this is a rant thing. Its al ittle about me slash a rant of what is going on. Im 15 years old.I live in Texas with my mum, step dad and older sister. I just came out to the rents in november. They pretty much already knew son not a big problem there. lets see what else. I just got out of the hospital for eating disorder/cutting shit. I hate the way i look. lol. Go figure who dosnt these days. Oh and by the way im a very blunt person. So sorry if i offend you just tell me. I tell things like i see them ya know what i meen? I love life dont want to die. I love being who i am sept for mt loks. Very strong and stubern but open minded if that makes sense. Lol. Go figure/ Im esay to get along with. Im a dram queen as people like to call me lol. What i want to do when i get out of school is becom a bar tender. I know shocker!!!! lol. I wanted to go into the air force but sense im bipolar and wel gay i cant. So mixology here i come!!!!!!! well enough about me. Tell me about your self. Who are you? Whats you name? Age? Life style? Why are you here? What keeps you going? Wel im out... Love you all....
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there are many new users so maybe i will just introduce myself again...i am a now 20 year old gay chick...for some reason i do not like the term lesbian..i really dont know why since i am one...so yeah ...im a junior in college and started posting here when i stumbled across this site a little more than two years ago..its funny cause at that time i was like so i might be bi...and now i am so gay its not even funny- however i think i was always this gay i just didnt let it out...i feel growing up you discover your gayness and it is a matter of oneself's embracing and acceptance of it .....so i dont think you discover you are gay all at one moment it slowly reveals itself to you...which is what happened to me...it dawns upon you....and then one day you will be like me...* i was so gay and didnt even kno it!! :D
this time this place
too long, too late
who was i to make you wait
just one chance
just one breathe
just incase theres one left
cause you know
you know, you know
that i love you
i haved loved you all along
and i miss you
been far away for far too long
i keep dreaming youl be with me
and youl never go
stop breathing if
i dont see you anymore
on my knees il ask
Confused is the best way to describe me right now. Confused as to how I got to bed last night, confused as to why "Hertfordshire gay clubs" was on my taskbar when I woke up this morning and confused as to why I had 'I Love Rock N Roll' by Britney Spears in my iTunes Purchased folder. But what confused me the most was how my clothes ended up in my back garden. Jeans, underwear, top, jacket - everything. Well, except one sock which was inside under the Christmas tree.
As a homosexual, I was born gay. As people of religion, you chose your prejudice. I would have thought that the followers of an ever present God would agree that what has always been trumps that which has been acquired. In any sound moral system (Note: I say moral, not religious, for religion is inherently separate from morality), the right to be is greater than the right to choose, for to choose, one must first be.
I officially hate physics. The class I take is soo hard. I swear the teacher moves soo fast with his lectures, that it taakes a few weeks before I even get the stuff.
I really don't want to take the giant test I have on Friday. I won't know how to do anything.
There is a bright side to my day though. There are auditions for West Side Story today. I can't wait! I just got done with the play "You can't take it with you" and I don't want a big role because I just got done playing one.
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I have no Idea what to write about but I guess the most recient thing that has happen is my really great friend is being called a lesbien. It's because on her "My Space", she said that she was apart of the lovley lesbien's club. I feel so sorry for her. Miah deserves to be treated with just as much respect as anyone else.
I wish I could download a picture of my self but my camera is broken
I read the best quote in the world the other day, "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."
Why can't I just be set and happy with who I am?! I don't care if that means gay, straight, bi, trans, whatever! Why does there seem to always be confusion around there kinds of things? Why can't I know who or what I am without having to question it?
I haven't written in the longest time, so here it goes. I was going to go out on my first date with a girl this weekend (she had to cancel because she's too busy), and my parents totally wigged. Mostly because we had had, "this conversation last year, and we had agreed that you probably shouldn't date girls until your in college." Ok, just to clarify: THEY decided last year that I shouldn't date girls (my mother said that I could go out on dates with my guy friends...obviously she doesn't get the point of dating in the NEW millenium...) until I was in college. They had this major shitfest about how it was a big step or a big leap for us all to make...ok, MY STEP, MY FRIGGIN' LEAP! Eventually, after many tearful pleadings they gave in, but it did nothing to disperse my father's confusion over a "subject we had already dealt with," and my mother's tearful musings and worryings. They're totally supportive of me, but it doesn't mean they understand. My mom started contemplating all these wild and crazy things that my dating would open up, and I told her that it was a date, a normal thing that teenagers do, and that everyone is open to as much heartache or ridicule as the next, to which she responded, sadly and not maliciously, "If you were normal you would be dating a boy. This isn't within my frame of reference." So if it isn't within her frame of reference it's weird or something? Whatever I'm just pissed and resentful...atleast they gave in....
Well, this is my first post and the first thing I have decided to discuss is one of the main things that keep me here on this Earth, and that is none other than MUSIC! It is my life. I listen to all types of music: emo, indie rock, metal, some rap, some hip-hop, hardcore, punk, country, christian, reggae, calypso, blues, jazz, swing (I first learned how to swing dance in second grade and I have loved it ever since), some classical (my good friend plays the violin), and even some opera (my cousin is in school for singing opera, she's amazing). So yeah, I have a WIDE variety of music that I love, and without it all, I don't think I would be here today.
Franco Frattini, the EU Justice commissioner, recently called for all member states (members of the EU) to be suspended that are known to have hosted CIA black sites, which apparently are sites blacked out to the media/public and used by the CIA to house and most likely torture suspects. (Which, by the way, they amusingly refer to as 'enhanced interrogation'). The most famous examples appear to be Guantanamo Bay and Abu Ghraib prison.
Work so totally sucked today. Not because I was put with the cute freshman boy that I have the hots for, or because of the fact that he kept doing the hottest things, like pretending to jerk off and cum via a spatula with lots of frosting on it. Or the time where he put his hand on my chest gaily. Or even the fact that he kept hitting my ass over and over and over and over again with a rag. No not even the fact that he asked me personal sexual questions made it a bad work day.
God, my depression is screwing up my life. I never had very good social skill to begin with. I feel like crying all the time now, and when I was younger, I couldn't control it, but now I've learned to, so people don't know what's really going on, even thought I can't see how they can't. I'm always on the edge of breaking down, and that's not a very friendly state. It's starting to cost me friendships, and it may have cost me my girlfriend, though I think she had other issues.
I'm a junior in highschool and it seems like everyone is pressuring me to make
all of these huge desicions about my life. One of my friends just spent like
three hours screaming at me on friday about how I am totally fucking my life
up because I dont spend all my time studying like she does. I mean I didn't take it
that seriously because she is like obsessed with getting into grad school, and
I know you are there. I haven't seen you in ages and I barely see you
anymore. I notice how you've changed and how tall you've gotten. But
you still don't notice me. What happened to the relationship that
we once had. You were my best friend and nothing could've changed
it. But now we are opposites and I know that nothing can change that.
call me wut u will but i absolutly dispise this person i have never met. She's friends with a whole crapload of my friends and all that but i've yet to meet her and i'm glad. One i day i tried to figure out why i hate her so much and i realized it was because the guy i'm fricken in love with is in love with her. Dumb reason but her presance on this planet ruined everything with me and that guy.